It was a dreary day in late April. A usual, uneventful, Saturday. Rain streamed down, in changing, intricate, patterns along the the freshly cleaned glass window. Meanwhile, my mind ached for something ,it’s growing teeth, could happily chew on. Something of any interest, preferably mystery. Mystery, now that is a challenge, I thought.

My God what was I thinking. I couldn’t get away from what had already pursued my mind. What challenged my weaknesses. I couldn’t even try. What deep emotions strangled my every decision. Just as I would start to loose interest, something drags me right back into this mad, swirling, whirlpool.

But…it was not me choosing to spin out of control. Something else was spinning it for me. Whatever it was, that I was involved in, whatever mindset I was stuck in, certainly was not going to leave. Was definitely not going to disperse.